Y/N's POV.
"Where is Y/S/N?" Harry asks walking out into the backyard, dressed in a football (soccer) uniform.
"He's upstairs. He's putting on his uniform you brought him" I smile at my husband.
Moments later our son ran outside with a football ready to play a quick match with his father.
"Ready to lose Y/S/N?" Harry teased our four-year-old son.
"Dad we both know I am going to win" my little boy smirked.
"Whatever Y/S/N, just don't cry to mummy when I win" Harry laughed.
I looked back and forth to my husband and my son. It was crazy, they looked so alike. I saw pictures from when Harry was four and Y/S/N looks exactly like how he did then.
"Stop nagging and play." I smiled at my boys.
They both sighed and soon enough the mini-match started.
At the end of the game, Harry lost and I laughed. I knew he was rusty and Y/S/N is so young yet he is a great football player.
"Ooooh, daddy is going to cry to grandma." Y/S/N said, referring to Anne.
Harry looked at me then back to our son before tackling him on the grass.
He tickled his little belly and I joined him, gladly.
No matter what people say, I know that my little family is perfect and I wouldn't change a damn thing about it.
